On A Hill Not Far Away

There was a hill not far away

With bones and stones and such.

It never was considered grand

Nor was it thought of much.

Until one day when crowds laid blame

On what they did not know.

Condemned to die, yes, crucified 

Was this lamb—pure as snow.

As suffering enveloped Him

The Father turned His face

To show the world real Love, real Truth 

To save the human race.

And on that hill not far away

His body taken down

And placed into an empty tomb

Removing thorn-made crown.

Then, three days’ hence the Father came

Redeeming His own Son.

And offering the very same

To each and every one. 

Oh, have you met this Jesus Christ?

Do you believe today?

It was for you He met that hill—

That hill not far away.